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A Pleasant Crisis (A short novel in process) :)
12-03-2009, 03:17 AM
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Re: Downhill in Pleasantview (A short novel in process) :)
I just wrote another one! But I'll have to warn you guys...this one has adult content on it. I don't want young kids getting exposed to stuff they shouldn't know. Anyways, on with part four!  Wink

Part 4: Phony Love

Cassandra Goth

I sat at my table at Olive Garden alone again. Don was late for about the fifth time. He always planned a dinner date for the two of us an hour before the actual date. He would call me, and say “Hey baby, want to get some dinner tonight?” and I’d not even have time to say anything and he’ll answer for me. He never respected me, always wanted to have s3x, but I always refused. My dad had taught me not to have s3x before marriage.
He had begged, on his knees, for me to sleep for him. I never gave in. After about the tenth time he’d ask me, he’d say, “What the f*ck Cass?! You’re so f*cking selfish and self centered! Get a life!” and storm off. The next day though, he’d come begging for more. It was a never ending cycle that he had trapped me in and I couldn’t get out. That’s why I want to break up with him tonight.
I had heard rumors that Don’s a womanizer, but I never believed them. I thought he was so lovable and charming. My best friend Mary-Sue Pleasant told me that he went around, being phony with girls and trying to get in their pants. She even told me that he had asked a girl to give him a blowjob on camera. I thought Mary-Sue was dishonest and shoved her into the wall yelling, “You’re such a f*cking liar! Don’t talk to me ever again bitch!” We haven’t met eye to eye in over a month. Just this week though, I suspected Don to be cheating on me. He was always late for any kind of date and was nervous every time I tried to converse him about where he just was.
My pre-occupied thoughts were interrupted when Don came up to me, went down on one knee and asked, “Will you marry me?”

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<br /><br />Yeah, the friends that stuck together. We wrote our names in blood.
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